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The big problem of humanity is that the present generation is unconscious and applies the principle of, "Everyone for himself."This is an attack on the fundamental law of the universe, "We are all one," and the effects of applying such totally individualistic concepts can become the cause of destroying the species itself--the loss of consciousness, which is, in essence, a universal consciousness. Nobody can escape the whole belief that being separated--which is a hypnotic state--is out of the truth, and there is only one truth, a "single and indestructible, scientifically proven quantum theory that is the closeness of science to the fundamental reality of life, and beyond the indestructible and the indissoluble unity of all things, there can be no science, no religion, no social structure, or a life lived successfully without it." The world is ready. Existing and undergoing technology, the brilliant minds that will inhabit the planet in the future, will bring all the knowledge that is needed so that everybody can have what they want, without missing out on anything. Life will be supported by education and knowledge with full transparency, and the problem will be solved.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 mars 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645753728
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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The Little Banker
Radu Salvan
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-03-31
The Little Banker About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment
About the Author
Radu Salvan is a graduate of the Babes-Bolyai Faculty of Economic Studies, Cluj-Napoca, Romania. The author crossed a tumultuous youth filled with memorable experiments. He traveled a lot, traveling being the “university of knowledge,” as he says.
He himself is a character from the book The Colour of Sky by Doru Davidovici. His motto is inspired by Terentius, “Nothing human is strange to me.” The author’s reach is a large one that falls into the category of complete authors. He is the author of the following books: Destinies and Travels, autobiography and memoirs; Bibu and Bea, a book for children; Time Without Time, meditative poems; and The Little Banker, a general fiction .
Radu Salvan is a writer of balance, his work mirroring the life of characters in which each one of us will find his or her own-self. From the world’s richest to ordinary people, all of us find their place in the works of the writer, spiced with the ingredients necessary to truly appeal to the taste of readers.
From prose to poetry, from diary to an essay, Radu Salvan knows how to shape his literature—an integral part of universality. Written with great attention, Radu Salvan’s books have the light, color, and joy of a happy meeting of an intellectual with the grace of writing.
He says his reason to write is the joy and satisfaction of inspiring and enriching the knowledge of as many readers as possible.
Dedication
I dedicate this book to the Giannini family, who founded the Bank of America, and whose generosity and wisdom gave immigrants the chance for a life of prosperity and dignity.
Copyright Information ©
Radu Salvan (2020)
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Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
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Salvan, Radu
The Little Banker
ISBN 9781645753711 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645753704 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645753728 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020901877
www.austinmacauley.com/us
First Published (2020)
Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
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Acknowledgment
Thanks to my wife, Flori; my children, Tom, Bianca, Viorica; and their families.
Thanks to my fellow writers, Zorin D., Elena C., Menut M., Cosma D., Milos C., Serban A., Anca S., and Uiuiu A., for their support.
Thanks to those who actually believed in me and contributed to the publishing of this book: the governor of National Bank, Romania, Mugur Isarescu; Barbu Nitu; Ilies Paul Adrian; Harsianu O.; and Harsianu C.
With all my gratitude, I thank all the people in my life who have inspired me and helped me in some way.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Alice sat completely relaxed in the huge armchair in her son’s office. A particular spell took possession of her. She had a feeling she did not want to share with anyone.
“Thank you!” Her whole being thanked.
At her feet, when looking through the sealed glass, there was Manhattan, the most valued division of the five impenetrable, colossal, and unique of New York’s districts.
Her inner voice whispered to her, “It’s true! It’s not a dream!”
She realized that such a feeling would have been impossible to describe, play, or share with someone. Maybe, it was not necessary.
Her perfect image, reflected in the glass, was the only witness of the moment. She had forgotten about the rest of it. She was really happy.
Her special feeling sensed the imperceptible noise of the climbing elevator, as if awakening from her dream. She turned her chair in wait. In the elevator door that opened, there was her dearest figure, Amadeo.
“Good morning, Alice!”
“Good morning, Amo!”
Their eyes were full of love. Their relationship was interrupted by the sound of the black mahogany phone at a distance from them.
“Will you answer it please, Amo?” Alice asked.
“I do not think it’s necessary. It’s the time John calls me for breakfast. Be my guest, Alice.”
“OK, my dear.”
Amadeo looked at his mother, who was so dear, unique for him, and rose to go to the elevator. He waited for her expectantly, looking away, and recalling all he had to do. ‘The Unique’ as he sometimes called her, was right next to him. They had descended two levels below in a specially designed room and on the board at the entrance one could read ‘La Bella familia,’ to have breakfast. It was a place to the benefit of the members of the family and some of their close relatives.
An elegant room where everything was white and occupied a huge surface. Almost all the walls were made of glass, so the Manhattan skyline was the same as the one on the top floor with only two stores below. There was everything one could imagine: modern furniture, upholstered tables, and chairs from the best Italian manufacturer in the field, Natuzzi, bars, and gastronomy equipment, exotic floral arrangements, in which, respect the final word was Alice’s.
For all these decorations, the most famous designers were hired.
Once they were sitting at the table, only the two of them, John made himself available, with the appearance and discretion a magician. With a deferent smile, he asked her what she would like. Alice just wanted coffee, her favorite coffee, ‘Roseline cafe,’ with a slice of cocoa ’n sour cherry cake. Amadeo wanted two eggs, a strawberry dish, Evian water, and, of course, some buttered toast. John disappeared instantly and solved everything. A meal in two was always a delight for them. A few minutes after they had finished, Alice smiled,
“Amo, honey, are you in shape?”
“You know I’m always in shape,” came the prompt answer of ‘the most beloved.’
“Can I go now?”
“Yes, Alice, sure, you can.”
Alone, Amo headed for the window, and for a few minutes, he remained motionless looking at Manhattan and even further. John was somewhere in the back. He was about fifty years old, with an expression that inspired utter confidence. He was always where and when he had to be, nothing more or less. He could read Amo’s eyes and the latter requested his company whenever he needed it. John had his story. In fact, all the people around Amo were checked to avoid any risk. Giannini’s motto was ‘Total discretion and maximum simplicity’ knowing that the most complex things are the simplest.
The elevator door went open and Amadeo with determined pace and the jovial smile of age, greeted John, thanking him.
John withdrew to the terrace, taking his coffee and pack of cigarettes in the cool air that came from the Ocean to Manhattan.
“Yes, fact is, there is such a thing but such situations are almost unique and I am part of them,” were John’s reflections.
Amadeo entered the office, totally relaxed, aware of everything that was around him and what he was about to do.
Somewhere in his corner was a wooden trunk, to which, he smiled every time before settling into the office. It was a gift from his grandfather, Thomas. To the right of the office, there were a multitude of screens; on the desk there were five phones, a cup of pure water, two Elegance notepads, a Parker pen, and a box of Ghiradelli chocolate. Behind the desk, a painting by Gustav Klimt, a legacy from the same grandfather and discreetly masked, a safe, with the most valuable things, defended by a security system from the largest companies in the field.
Amo helped himself to a chocolate and sat in a specially commissioned chair like a big man, a boss. In fact, he was truly one of the biggest in the world but he was barely fourteen years old.
Fourteen years ago, Alice gave birth to a boy. The entire Giannini clan was at the height of happiness as it was an extremely awaited moment.
Amo’s first cry was heard in N.Y. Hospital’s ward at the Presbyterian University Hospital of Colombia en Cornell, assisted by Charles Logan, the most famous gynecologist at that time.
Shortly after the labor, Alice kept her ‘most loved one’ in her arms, with a feeling of receiving the gift of her life. It was, then, that the dream, which she could never forget, was unfolding. Somewhere, in an unknown realm, at dawn, a beacon of light offered her a high pearl from the dew of flowers.
“He is your best gift, you will have to love and protect him at the cost of your life, he is a special gift, a genius, for the good of the Giannini House and the world in which he will live and his mission will be to offer an ideal to mankind,” it said, smiling before the dream ended.
For Alice, the message became extremely clear.
The two beings were in fact one. She was grateful to everyone, to her life, to those who gave her the life of the one she loved and loves and made Leonardo Gianinni possible. She felt that all this was necessary for her love to go further toward ‘the most beloved.’
The purpose of life itself is to create, to love, and to be loved, she thought.
***
Amo was picked up by those in the ward in whose c